the wyrdness of things

i tried to write to sum you up
the wyrdness of things
but i can not cut apart the dragon
i never could
my way with words is for the sensuous
for the dreamer
for the lover
for the sorcerer
for the one healing fragmentation
expressing pain grief rage and power
in the face of the heart terrorists
arresting the colour from our eyes and brains

laughing land moves through this one
and we have loosened the boundaries
placed there to guard against each other
as if we were not destined lovers
as if we were not formed of each other
as if we are not the dragon
bearing the pearls
once dragons did not hoard and guard treasure
we were all dragons
once

i weep for the loss of the knowledge
the knowledge of knowing
of knowing how hearts speak
speak like the threads in the soil speak
sing like the stars sing through voids sing
sing sing sing sing
that is all i ever remember doing as a child
that and whispering of things
others had forgotten or damned
and so the weird one i was

was
was
was
that is almost a curse
that nation that tribe was here
that goddess was there
that story was
that dance was
that name was
no
the wyrd would have it other ways
nothing ever just was
listen
become
remember
rearrange
change
and sing to dance and dance to sing

i still hold visions that hold me
haunt me
propel me
heal me
of masses dancing by the sea
in the streets
on mountains
alone with all
and with dance and song
praising
praising
celebrating
honouring
story-telling
this is
she is
we are
you are here
i am with you
in the wyrdness of things

lay down with us
you have travelled far and long
you must be tired and hungry
you must need food
we have food
you must need a warm bed
and a sweet drink
here we give it
for you have come
and we are happy
our hearts are happy
this is the song
this is the dance

hello goodbye
so strange
i miss you so much it hurts
and yet
in the quiet
even in the birdsong
as the clouds change
i remember how we are
and in this
in this
i am
in the wyrdness of things

Art: The Norns Urðr, Verðandi, and Skuld under the world oak Yggdrasil. Illustration, 1882 by Ludwig Burger